Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.